A/N: Sorry for not updating on Saturday. I was working on another story that I was working on along with this story at the same. But good thing I had no school due to all the snow days so I can get all of these chapters done a little sooner than expected. Well, as long as I get my projects done, that is.
Juster of Rivia: As the old saying goes, I guess. Really did like the game, though, and I never even been into the Resident Evil series.
Ristu: Um... Sorry? I can't really help it with the suspense since I'm really a sucker for it. If it makes you feel any better, I always try my best to upload once a week.
Steel Heart Alchemist: Hm... I wonder how I should douse those Flames of Satan. Which method would you prefer, a regular hose or a bucket full of Wendigo saliva? Eh, I don't really think it matters how much shows you watch. I can't even count how many Scooby-Doo episodes I've seen.
StreetRacer-Sam: I think you might've mentioned something like that before. Not entirely sure, but you said about Tommy and his sister at one point. I'm not entirely sure, but wasn't the whole usual family plot is when the older sister dies by the psychotic little brother, who has no remorse on what he did to his sister? I could just be taking a guess from that since the only horror plot that I know between older sister and younger brothers was from Halloween.
If she were thinking clearly Bonnie would have reacted quicker when she saw Ash pick up a hardcover book and whack her brother over the head with it. But she didn't so she could only watch in terror as her brother crumbles to the ground like a ragdoll. The only signs of movement that Clemont was making were twitching his fingers, indicating that her brother was still alive and that Ash didn't hit him hard enough to break his neck. However, the raven-haired boy took a few steps closer to the semi-unconscious boy with clear attentions of finishing the job.
Bonnie now found movement in her legs again and made a dash towards Ash. "Hey, you leave my big brother alone!" She pounded her small little fists against his legs, thinking it might hurt him.
However, she failed to realize that whenever or not this was really Ash he was still a lot of stronger than so her small punches were as if a Meowth was pawing at him. He quickly put an end to it by grabbing her arms so suddenly. Bonne had tried to break free but his grip proves to be unimaginable against hers.
"Hey, where are you taking me?!" She cried when Ash started to pull her away from her brother, her little feet slowly being drag across the floor in vain to get him to stop. "Let me go! Somebody help! Greninja!"
Greninja, who had been checking for a response from Clemont, quickly shot his head up when he saw the little girl being dragged away by the imposter wearing his trainer's skin. With one last glance at the lemon-haired boy, the Ninja Pokémon sprinted towards the two at incredible speed that the imposter didn't retain a firm grip on Bonnie's arm as Greninja took her out of his.
But Greninja didn't expect him to pull out a pair of scissors out of the blue so suddenly. He would've been stabbed in the eye if it weren't for his quick reflexes that made him grab the scissors in time.
"Greninja!" Bonnie cried from her spot on the ground when Greninja had to let go of her to stop the scissors from reaching his face. She watched in horror with Dedenne and Squishy - who were hiding within Bonnie's pouch but came out when they heard the commotion - as Greninja currently fights for his life to push the scissors away from him. But Ash was still somehow able to keep the scissors in place, possibly because the imposter was able to transfer some of their strength into Ash or his trainer was stronger than he thought.
He didn't know how long he was holding his trainer back but it felt like an eternity when he finally saw it.
There was a flicker of fear in his dull amber eyes.
"Gre! Gre!" He called out, trying to get his trainer back from whatever dark hole he was trapped in. Despite everything that happened to him, Greninja knew that his trainer has a will of iron. He wouldn't let himself be completely engulfed by the darkness that was clouding his mind.
And it turned out he was right. No soon after his shout, Ash's right eye twitched, then his face turned into a pained grimace. It was like his body wasn't sure who it should be listening to and the strain was taking its toll from the way Greninja felt all the muscles in the wrists he was holding back contracted violently.
Then his amber eyes quickly sparked with life, but only they were terrified instead of that fiery determination he was so used to seeing.
"G-Greninja..." he choked out as if it hurt to speak. "H-Help me... P-Please..." He began to cough, his body reacting violently against the two minds that were fighting for dominance. Greninja took notice of how Ash was lowering the hand he was previously using to try and stab him with the scissors. They didn't drop from his hand like the Ninja Pokémon expected too due to all the strain Ash was going through, but he did bring his arm down to his side in a non-stabbing position as his whole body trembled.
"Gre!" The Ninja Pokémon put a hand on the boy's shoulder in any way to comfort him. He should have expected this to be difficult for Ash since he was still technically exhausted from his whole ordeal inside this horrid place. Even now it looked like it was taking all of Ash's strength to even talk to him.
He stopped all of a sudden. There were no more strained whimpers or even his body trembling from the unnatural shivers. It was the complete silence that came from the raven-haired boy.
Now Greninja was nervous. He couldn't tell who won the battle since Ash's eyes were closed. He shook him softly. "Gre?"
Ash's hand suddenly lurches forward and the scissors stabbed the Ninja Pokémon right in his upper leg.
Greninja wasn't aware of the small trail of warm blood that felt like it was burning as it runs down his leg. The only thing that crossed the Ninja Pokémon's mind was the bitter cold blade that pierced through his skin like a razor. He slowly moved his head down towards his impaled leg, his eyes widening once he saw the bloodstained scissors was still stuck. The worst part of seeing that was seeing his trainer's own hands covered in the same blood.
He looked back up to Ash and was horrified when he saw those dull amber eyes staring back at him. He couldn't even see his own reflection in them. Just two blank orbs that show no concern about their actions having consequences.
"G-Gre..."
Ash yanked the scissors out with such ferocity that it made the blood sprayed to the floor. Greninja finally felt the burning pain that shot from his wound to the whole area of his leg. He collapsed to his side, putting both of his hands over to the wound to put pressure on it and to get it to stop bleeding.
However, Ash wasn't done with him as he raises the scissors over his head once more to bring it down on the wounded Pokémon's head.
"Hey, you!"
Ash looked over to where he heard that squeaky voice only to be met by a chair to the head. He stumbled into the wall, scissors falling from his grasps as he tried to gain back his bearings.
"That was for taking over my friend, hitting my brother in the head, and hurting a Pokémon, you ghostly jerk!" Bonnie shouts at him but he didn't response as he was groaning from that sudden attack. Bonnie quickly hurried over to Greninja and gasped when she saw blood pouring from between Greninja's fingers.
"Oh my goodness, Greninja," Bonnie nearly screams in horror. "Are you alright?!"
Greninja slowly nodded, trying to mask the sizzling pain that was spreading through his leg. Bonnie grabbed his arm and tried to help him up. She tried to ignore the way Greninja whimpered when he was brought up to his two feet and accidently put pressure on his wounded leg.
"Come on, Greninja, we need to get big brother and get out of here!" Bonnie shouted as she leads the Ninja Pokémon over to her unconscious brother. She temporally let go of Greninja and shook Clemont by the shoulders. "Clemont? Clemont, wake up!"
He didn't respond.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Ash reaching for the scissors.
"Greninja, help me!" Bonnie begged and Greninja immediately reached down to put the unconscious boy over his shoulder. However, the wound in his leg instantly exploded with pain once the added weight put pressure on it. He had no choice but to drop Clemont back on the ground.
"Greninja, please!" Bonnie tried to lift Clemont up herself but despite his scrawny appearance the young girl still had trouble with her brother's weight. Greninja once again tried to help her lift him but winced when he felt more pressure on his wound. He had no choice but to drop Clemont once again to tend his wound by trying to stop the blood flowing.
Bonnie bit her lip once she realized Greninja couldn't lift anything up without damaging his wound any further. She knew at this point she would have to make a decision soon because Ash had already found his scissors and was slowly making his way over to them. But each of those decisions was actions that she didn't want to do.
Either she stays with her unconscious brother and giving Ash the possible chance to kill them all, or she escapes with Greninja in toll but she would have to her brother behind.
Coming down to a decision, Bonnie burst into tears once she realized what her actions could possibly lead to. She hugs the unconscious Clemont with all her might. "I'm so sorry, big brother," she whispers before kissing his check. "I love you," She quickly brings herself up to her feet and immediately puts Greninja's around her shoulders.
"Come on, Greninja, let's go!" Greninja didn't even have time to argue as Bonnie leads him down the hall, away from her unconscious brother and their corrupted friend.
He could feel himself snarling once those two were out of his sight. He tried to wait a moment to regain his proper senses since that blow to the face made everything blurry. But he should have gone with his gut and now those two were probably in the part of the house where even he has trouble finding people. Not to mention he was so close to capturing her.
He wanted to scream and throw a tantrum. But doing that would only make him think about her and he couldn't afford to be weak again after nearly losing to him.
He turned back to the unconscious boy that was right across his feet. A part of him was actually surprised that the little girl would leave her brother behind. Before he could figure out what to do with him a voice from the vents caught his attention.
"Clemont? Bonnie? Greninja? Are you still there? Can any of you hear me?!" Serena screeched desperately into the pipe she was using to communicate with the blonde siblings. After hearing sounds of screaming and collision she became scared that something was happening up there and she had no idea what that could be.
She tried to call them out again when a voice broke through the pipe.
"If you knew what was good for you, you stay down there with my sister."
It was Ash's voice, but at the same time, she knew it wasn't.
"Tommy, please listen to me," Serena tries to reason with the person that was using Ash's voice. "I know what happened with you and your sister, there's something you need to know about-!"
There was a loud clang that came from the pipe that startled her, then she heard noises of footsteps that became softer the further he walked away from it.
Serena ran her fingers through her honey locks and felt like pulling them out. She thought that despite all the horrible things he had down he was still a little boy deep down and was only driven by the loss of his sister. Guess she shouldn't really be surprised since he was killing and mentally torturing people these past few decades. But what made him stop his killing spree for fifty years?
Was she really trying to figure out the complex thoughts of a deceased boy when he's possessing the boy she loves and she and her friends are in danger of dying?
Shaking her head, Serena looked around for something she could use as a non-lethal weapon. While she knew that the being controlling Ash will most likely not hold back on using a real lethal weapon, she couldn't play that same game. After all, it would Ash's body she be hurting instead of that psychotic kid.
Her eyes eventually caught an all aluminum shovel that was conveniently placed next to a ladder that apparently leads to some other level. She thought about getting the shovel and use that ladder to get to the other floor. However, those thoughts turned out to be in vain as Serena took look to where the ladder leads to and found a small trapped door that was bolted by locks and chains. There goes that shortcut.
She took the shovel into her hands and adjusted it slightly in her grip. It was heavy, but it wasn't completely unbalanced. Maybe she could use it to keep knocking Ash in the head until she finds the others and decide what to do with him.
With a determined shine in her blue eyes, Serena turns to Pikachu - who has the papers she found in his mouth. "Let's go, Pikachu." The Electric Mouse nods his head and quickly follows her into the elevator.
When he finally came to the first thing Clemont registered was the horrible pounding in his head. It felt like something was waiting to explode from his head and it made his vision all blurry - even with his glasses on. After a while, he could finally recognize that he was in a dark room of some sort. But where was he, though? The last thing he remembered was finding Ash, he and sister finally finding a way to contact Serena, then Serena screamed something about Ash.
Wait...
Everything came back to him at once. Getting into contact with Serena. Serena screaming about Ash being possessed by the murderer and Ash knocking him out cold.
Thus, leaving Bonnie and Greninja alone with their possessed friend.
"Bonnie!"
Clemont tried to move forward but realized he couldn't His legs were bound together. He tried to move his arms from behind his back to try and pry his legs loose only to realized that his arms were bound together behind his back as well.
His vision finally cleared and his eyes fell upon on how enclosed this area was and how he was almost elevated from the ground.
He was tied up in a closet and was standing on a bucket at the same time.